
"Alexa? You apparently?"
The girl called Alexa turned her head and pulled her lips. He put back a picture frame showing Mulan's image to where she came from. It seemed that while waiting for Mulan, she took the time to look around the contents of the room.
"Hi Mulan's. How are you?" greet Alexa while turning around. He stared at the cousin who was still standing in the doorway with a smile of falsehood.
"Basic lank." Instead of replying to Alexa's greeting, Mulan flatly cursed the girl. There was no emotion he showed. Only a little uncomfortable because his cousin forced his way through his room even though Cyndi had given a hard ban.
"Please how? I'm your cousin, Mulan. Anyway, as long as you're gone, me and Papa have been struggling to take care of this company."
Mulan did not respond to Alexa's words. He just walked over to his big chair and put his ass there.
"Say, what's your purpose in meeting me?" asked Mulan while opening the file that was waiting in line at her desk. He did not look at Alexa at all even though he shared his attention with the girl as well.
"none. I just miss you. I also need to learn a little from my cousin. Perhaps ... I will replace your position."
Mulan raised her face and looked at Alexa with a clueless look. "Replace which position, huh?" ask her then with a curious expression.
"Se-mu-a-nya," Alexa insisted with a smile that did not know him. Mulan could not even figure out how the woman could spread the threat blatantly. Break the shame? Even being an actor she felt proud.
Mulan just smiled cynically. Of course he no longer wants to look weak in Alexa's eyes and give the woman a chance to oppress him again.
"Take my room you can't, Alexa, let alone take it all. As I recall, in my very large house there was a huge glass located everywhere. Didn't you just use one to reflect so you know who you are, huh? A lowly woman like you wants to compete with a classy woman like me. Is that true? I'm sorry, but we're not at the same level, Alexa. How can you rival me." Mulan smiled lightly and returned her gaze to the pile of files after insulting her cousin. He tried to hold back the laughter of seeing Alexa turn her head while clenching both hands. Obviously if the girl was provoked by his provocative actions to the point of being offended and angry. Nice, lah.
"What are you saying, Mulan!" Alexa approached Mulan's chair angrily. He pulled the collar of Mulan's shirt until the woman looked at him sharply. "How dare you insult me. Who are you, huh! You weak woman!"
Alexa's actions make Mulan angry. He caught Alexa's hand that had been raised about to slap him, then gripped him firmly.
Automatically, one hand Alexa release the handle in order to feel his right hand pain. He widened his eyes, feeling surprised by the power Mulan had. Is this really his cousin? But, wasn't she very weak.
Yep. As Alexa remembered, Mulan who used to only resigned even though she was treated harshly. Never argue with anything else. But look at it now. A sinister aura was so visible on the woman's face. Although Alexa had grimaced in pain, but it seemed Mulan had no intention of letting go.
"Loose? You're saying I'm weak?" Mulan asked cynically while standing up. He looked at Alexa sharply while tightening his grip.
"Mulans. Sa-kit," complained Alexa helplessly. Not yet out of surprise, he was again made shocked by the reply Mulan gave.
"Fast month!" strangled Alexa by trying to escape. However, it seemed like he had to swallow the failure. Mulan clutched her hand even tighter. Even the long nails of the woman stuck there, leaving a great pain.
"You said I was weak, didn't you? Now look. Look carefully at how this weak woman transformed into a figure you never imagined!"
THE PLAQUE!
A hard slap landed on Alexa's cheek. The sweet gift Mulan gave him.
"Yeah!" Alexa squeals in pain. He reflexively looked away by the action of Mulan. Still lucky the girl did not fall down because Mulan did not release the grip of her hand. Perih and heat felt on the face forced his hands to move rubbing the cheeks that began to redness. Mulan even laughed as Alexa shed tears.
"Mulan!" alexa's strangles don't take it. He was about to retaliate, but his guts were instantly shrunk by a bluff from Mulan.
"What! Want to hit back? Comeing! Just slap!" mulan's snarl defiantly.
Alexa immediately lowered her left hand that had been raised. Mulan who saw that instantly smirked with satisfaction. Just a slap he gave, but Alexa was already so scared. This is not how much compared to the treatment of the girl to him in the past. But look at Alexa now. Shivering helplessly. The arrogance that had been exhibited had somehow disappeared to where.
Surprisingly, this made Mulan suspicious. Is it that easy for Alexa to give up? Or is this just a tactic to counterattack?
Justright. When Mulan pretends to be off guard, Alexa seizes the opportunity by attacking her back. Unmitigated, the girl took out a cutter from inside her suit pocket and was about to point the tip at Mulan's face.
Time was moving slowly at that moment. Mulan could actually see the sparkling end of the cutter pointing in front of her face. Just a little more, then that sharp object must have created a wound.
Luckily, Mulan who could read Alexa's movements immediately fended off the attack. And in an instant, things had already turned around with Mulan's domineering position.
Mulan so easily managed to snatch the Alexa cutter. He even lightly twisted Alexa's right hand behind his back and pointed the cutter right at Alexa's neck until the girl squealed stifled.
The room was silent. However, the silence gave off a tremendous gripping scent to Alexa. The girl widened with a breath of breath. It can only freeze in place even if the heart rate is fast.
He's the original owner of the cutter. Of course Alexa is very understanding how sharp the small weapon that he carries as a means of protection. Could he be sure he can intimidate Mulan with it like he used to, but what happens now? The weapon would definitely hurt him if it moved a little.
In such fear, Mulan instead whispered to him right in the ear, giving him an offer that was both equally frightening.
"Say, do you want your throat to break, or ... just your right hand to break?"